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![](https://images.neopets.com/nt/images/twillie2_thumb.png) | A Hero's Journey: It Takes Two"They said that Mordred was a disgruntled noble who turned to a life of crime, targeting other nobles and raiding the area closest to Meridell Castle. Supposedly he used to be Lord Mordecai, a royal Shoyru, before reinventing himself as a stealthy Shoyru..." Thumbnail by twillieblossom
by precious_katuch14 | ![](https://images.neopets.com/nt/ntimages/357_pppark_weltrude.gif) | The Iridescence of AmberThe Case of the Amber Statues
by therock4678 | ![](https://images.neopets.com/nt/images/jeranthumbnail.png) | Castle Planners Journal: The Meridell Day Tragedy "'Gaius!? What is the meaning of condemning th- What happened to you?' the chamberlain stopped in his tracks when he saw Gaius being wrapped up with a herbal poultice on his bruises..."
by ferretboy85 | ![](https://images.neopets.com/caption/sm_caption_1074.gif) | Geographical Guide to the Best Recipes in Every Land"Our two adventurers have covered a lot of ground in the past two weeks of their journey. From the smoky cliffs of Shenkuu then the pirate-infested Krawk Island, then to the tropical paradise of Mystery Island and the misty Lutari Island, they now travel from the deep sea to the shore." collab with cutiepie4707
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Headlines "A Tale of Rubbish" by bouncyhanyou I trudge up the hill towards the rubbish dump; there is a crisp chill in the predawn air, but it will dissipate in the next few hours. Because of the early hour, there are only a few people already here. I choose an undisturbed spot in the dump, and begin to slowly, repetitively sift through the junk Neopia deemed not good enough for even the regular garbage. Eventually, my sense of smell will grow accustomed enough to the stench that I won’t even notice it, but here at the beginning, the nauseating scent of decomposing organic matter—not to mention the literal piles of dung plopped about—forces me to breathe through my mouth, tamp down my gag reflex.
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A Tale of Rubbish "I trudge up the hill towards the rubbish dump; there is a crisp chill in the predawn air, but it will dissipate in the next few hours. Because of the early hour..."
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